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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/29702535">Gimme More</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/UlternateFreak/pseuds/UlternateFreak'>UlternateFreak</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Series:</b></td><td>With Love, You Should Go Ahead and Take the Risk [3]</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Anal Sex, Boys Being Boys, Boys In Love, Boys Will Be Boys, Friendship/Love, Gay Harley Keener, Gay Sex, Idiots in Love, Loss of Virginity, Love Confessions, M/M, May Parker (Spider-Man) &amp; Tony Stark Coparenting Peter Parker, Minor Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Oral Sex, Peter is a Little Shit, Porn with Feelings, Precious Peter Parker, Secrets, Thighs, Tony Stark Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>Completed</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2021-02-25</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2021-02-25</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-18 06:41:47</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>Mature</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>Underage</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>1</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>3,831</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/29702535</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/UlternateFreak/pseuds/UlternateFreak</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>"You're looking real pretty again," Peter had said between his gasps, himself not having moved just yet - "and-" he moaned, prolonging the word as he decided to try and move - the first attempt at doing so a loose upward motion that had only risen him an inch or so before he had delved down again.</p><p>"Shit," he thusly groaned - Harley Keener's dick was inside his ass.</p>
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<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Harley Keener &amp; May Parker &amp; Peter Parker &amp; Pepper Potts, Harley Keener &amp; Peter Parker, Harley Keener &amp; Peter Parker &amp; Pepper Potts &amp; Tony Stark, Harley Keener &amp; Peter Parker &amp; Tony Stark, Harley Keener/Peter Parker</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Series:</b></td><td>With Love, You Should Go Ahead and Take the Risk [3]</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Series URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/series/2165016</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>3</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>239</td></tr>

</table>

<a name="section0001"><h2>Gimme More</h2></a>
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    <p>The door to the bedroom opened in silent pressings - the light from the hallway limited as Peter tip toed into the space, clicking and locking the door back into place behind him.</p><p>He had been adamant in his plight - his palms relished in leveled concentrations of sweat, and face scrutinized into a mask of determined uncertainty.</p><p>It had been a restless night up until this moment. With his thoughts ever circulating, and body adamant in thrashing about the covers - no matter his position. His pillow had simply been without shape - or the air had drafted in too irregular to properly carry him off into slumber. Even the heat had proven too warm and too little.</p><p>Exasperated, Peter had thusly turned about to lay on his back - eyes opened to the ceiling and detailing the small fuzzies doting about his vision.</p><p>His mind kept returning to his earlier talk with May. His presence then being at the Parker's apartment before his visit to the Avengers' Compound that very same evening.</p><p> </p><p>"I'm just a bit concerned is all," May had voiced, the particular box of a violet hue mockingly transparent and all too abhorrently mortifying from its place amongst her fingers.</p><p>"Nothing happened-"</p><p>"But should it happen, Peter. You need to be safe."</p><p>She had handed him the box of condoms without further rebuttal - the talk endless, and the love reassuringly given to him in spades.</p><p>Tony had certainly spoken out of line this time around. Or, rather - he hadn't the heart to talk to him himself about such territories, and had chosen instead to seek out a <em>woman's</em> touch.</p><p> </p><p>"Its all about being safe, sweetie. I know things can happen," she had paused - her lips pressed in a manner that he knew he had copied over into his own mannerisms, "things will happen."</p><p>"Okay - okay," he had mumbled between a harsh and grating flush - hand toying with the box, "I understand, really... I'll be safe."</p><p> </p><p>With that talk still in rapture against his mind, Peter had taken to the corridor - his feet bare and adjusting to the cold - arms drafting to the lithium walls - guiding his steps into the shadows that had surrounded him.</p><p>Now, with his back pressed to the wall that had separated them - Peter eyed his prey, his heart coming in spasmed spurts as he dared to inch closer to the bed.</p><p> </p><p>The body of Harley Keener glistened from beneath the light of the moon - the crescent shape a luminated figure standing quite large from beyond the windowsill of the room.</p><p>He had quickly made his decision then - a fifth step to a battle that had already been won between his stirrings - pressed and accepted once his face had burrowed into the deep recesses of his pillow, hand fumbling into the very same box that had complicated his entire life just hours before.</p><p>His pajama bottoms had been quickly disposed of then - leaving him clad in a t shirt and boxers. A t-shirt that hadn't been his own - but a shirt that he had borrowed from the very same boy who usually snored in quaint intervals.</p><p>Peter primarily stood over the other first, staring and admiring - the need to touch driving him further as he kept hold onto the small square piece of aluminum foil. Tonight had marked a fifth month anniversary to their first shared 'incident' in the training room. A milestone that the boys had celebrated in quiet reserves, spoken between brief touches and too fleeting kisses that Tony hadn't caught wind of. And of course the man hadn't dared to let them venture too close for too long - their means of seeing one another done with all casts of characters about them at all times.</p><p>It had been out of respect that Peter and Harley had kept to those very rules all this time - a respect that any good child would give to a parent or elder of significant standing.</p><p>Well, mainly they had kept to it, at any rate.</p><p>Though tonight - Peter had an exceptional exception to that very rule. A case of an inch that would not be met and easily scratched away from him this time about. For though he had certainly been ashamed by May and her confrontation of the particular workings of the body - <em>bodies</em> - Peter had also realized one thing about himself in its wake.</p><p>He had wanted - needed in a sense - for Harley to finally give in to his teases, and simply let him become undone by it all.</p><p> </p><p>"Harley," he whispered, carding past the other and slipping into his sheets, "are you awake-?"</p><p>"Possibly," the reply had come after a moments beat. A tired sort of drawl that wasn't exactly a whisper.</p><p>So logically - "Did I wake you?"</p><p>"No," Harley mused, "some dummy was trying to tip toe into my room - he woke me up, you just happened to be here funny enough-"</p><p>"Do you want me to go-?"</p><p>"No," the other whispered, in turn pulling back the covers to permit the boy to lay directly besides him.</p><p>"So, to what do I owe this-" he smiled, loosely pleased - though still showing signs of wearied tiredness, "visit-?"</p><p>"I couldn't sleep," Peter shrugged - bashful, and just as smitten looking, "and I missed ya-"</p><p>"Uh-huh," the other nodded, turning about to face him directly, "so basically you're saying fuck the rules?"</p><p>"In not so many words-"</p><p>"Thank god," he muttered - the chaste kiss to his temples quickly given, "I was this close to losing my damn mind, Pete."</p><p>"Yeah-?"</p><p>He nodded. "Do you know how fucking hard it is not to touch you?" And as he said that, his hand had easily crept onto the lines of Peter's stomach - effortlessly tracing the definition of his abs as he gave into a secondary kiss - this time upon his forehead.</p><p>"...I'm glad the feelings mutual then - because-"</p><p>Harley's hand had easily been displaced - with Peter leveraging himself upwards and into Harley's lap - right arm hooked to hold and dangle the condom above the other teens face.</p><p> </p><p>"Is that-?"</p><p>He nodded.</p><p>"You want me to-?"</p><p>"In not so many words," he bobbled once more - confidence betrayed by the slight hiccup to his voice.</p><p> </p><p>"Are you sure?" Harley then asked, braving up himself to sit up in slights - elbows a standing break, "I'm not - I don't want to rush you into anything - I know the little thing in the closet earlier might have come off as-"</p><p>"Its me rushing you if anything," Peter clarified with his own smile, "you haven't a clue as to how much I really want this." He paused. "I've been tossing and turning for the past three hours, Harley-..."</p><p> </p><p>"I guess I could imagine," Harley then said with a grin, hands falling to grasp against his thighs - which Peter now realized he had been subconsciously grinding into him with.</p><p> </p><p>"I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you-" the other then blurted from nowhere. Mind still unfiltered and body willing.</p><p>He then shifted his hips once more - his eyes deliberately taking to the others face. Gauging, watching - dreading...</p><p> </p><p>"I know we never really talk about-," Peter began again, "you know, feelings and what not - but I wouldn't be doing any of this if it wasn't for the fact that's its you." Again - as fashionably as any cat in heat may indicate once brushed upon - he had paused. His ass wielding into a circular rotation - purr silent, but indisputably felt, "you make me feel - so hot - all over...everywhere."</p><p> </p><p>He had thusly waited after that. Eyes still determined - though palms readily dripping in rivets. His motions ceasing against unsound hands - aching, burning from where they had continued to hold onto him.</p><p> </p><p>"Please," he ventured once more, "say something, dummy-"</p><p>He grated with what felt like a mixture between a loose cry and a needy moan, "Please, Harley-"</p><p> </p><p>"I love you," the other finally said himself - hands gripping tighter into his flesh, nails digging to mark, "I love you so fucking much that I nearly threw up the first time you spoke to me, Pete."</p><p>"And that's not even an exaggeration," he thusly continued, "I mean I come to this fucking city just on the off chance that I get to see you. I hate the city - its big and noisy, and it reeks of piss - but gods, Peter..." Much like the brunette, Harley had paused - his calloused hands rolling against the extra flesh that sat high upon his thighs, "- you're so fucking worth it-"</p><p> </p><p>Peter had swooped in first, the kiss a tangled mess of newly formed tears and light chuckles - of love and lust, and adoration in unmeasured calculations - surmising into a single entity.</p><p>Somewhere amidst the scuffle, Peter had tore his teeth into foil - the rubber handed over to the blond who had pulled back from peppering his lips against his skin long enough to study it.</p><p> </p><p>"Have you ever-?"</p><p>"No," Peter said. "You-?"</p><p>"Once," Harley confessed, "with a girl. Didn't like it - but I had to know. I should... Get on your back-"</p><p>Peter obeyed, falling easily - his legs bracing around Harley who rose and pushed him further down the bed - legs anchored about his shoulders as he settled into place.</p><p> </p><p>"Haven't tasted here yet," Harley then mused against his hole, the draft unfamiliar though pleasantly thrilling as he let out a delirious laugh. His nose then felt about him - nudging apart his legs, deeply inhaling as he went. "Sure looks tasty-"</p><p>"Shut-"</p><p>The dive had been quick - the foreign touch of Harley's tongue ceasing any and all thoughts from the brunette, who all at once had crossed his ankles together - burying the blond until the only sight visibly granted was that of amassed curls and the arch of a peach-ly tanned back.</p><p>Peter's hands had glided up onto his shoulders then, gliding past those very same curls and seeking to feel the others back - the skin there smooth and hairless - the arch of bone prominent and excitingly thrilling to touch.</p><p>He could very well reach his own feet - his body contorting and commanding as Harley sought into him further.</p><p> </p><p>"Shit-" Peter slipped, the single syllable loud and resounding - a cry that could have awoken anyone within a twenty foot radius.</p><p>"Shh," Harley had whispered, still nestled - and sending his own voice back into his ass.</p><p>Peter shivered.</p><p>"Ya want Tony to catch us-?"</p><p>"I d-don't care," Peter said, bringing his legs together again - a tactile move that his alter ego had used countless times before. Only this time he hadn't been seeking to cut off circulation from his opponent - rather forcing the blond back and into his role, to the matters that mattered more than any punishment they'd probably - indefinitely - receive.</p><p> </p><p>"He won't come in here," he then continued, panting given in spurts, "he-he- he'll wait till morning - he-"</p><p>Harley had already begun his onslaught again - the tremors vicious, and the feeling entirely disgusting though painstakingly appreciated.</p><p>"W-wouldn't want to see us like this-"</p><p>"You, you mean," Harley forced apart again, "he blames me- for corrupting you-"</p><p>His tongue flicked - his teeth teasing as he bit into Peter's inner thigh, "doesn't want to think that his precious Spider baby isn't so innocent after all."</p><p>"God," Peter groaned. And despite what he had previously said - he audibly shifted into a lower range, "you talk too much-"</p><p>"I have a big mouth," Harley said, biting again as he shrugged, "remember-?"</p><p>"Fucking remind me-"</p><p> </p><p>It hadn't taken long for Peter to edge into completion - his body already closing in, abdomen crying as he tightened his senses onto the singular feeling of Harley exploring him.</p><p>By then, the blond had even divulged a finger into him - and though surely excitable - Peter had honestly preferred to know that the mouth that drove him wild daily was keenly attached to his body.</p><p>So he- "T-takeyourfingerout-"</p><p>"What? Why-?"</p><p>"Yourmouth-" he panted, "I'mclose - I want-!"</p><p>Harley had grinned - deliciously smugged - as he propped him. His calves taking to the air as he bent him inward - mouth quick to follow.</p><p> </p><p>...</p><p><br/><br/>"You good?" Harley had asked firstly - himself sitting up and watching as Peter huffed and laid barren - his cum simmering upon his exposed hip and up the folds of Harley's Queen shirt. A band he rightfully loved - which only coincidentally referenced Peter Benjamin Parker.</p><p> </p><p>"Is that mine?" He then asked, squarely looking to the brunette.</p><p>"Yeah," Peter answered - possibly to the first - or apparently to the both, "its comfy-"</p><p>"Well it's certainly seen worse-"</p><p>The other cheekily smiled up at him then - his face still contorted into red spirals that remained perfectly imbalanced. On some, such a look would have surely soured their features - on Peter. Well, Harley hadn't ever seen him look more beautiful.</p><p> </p><p>"You still wanna keep going, Darlin-?"</p><p>The laugh that had surfaced had been disgusting - the hark an echo that Peter had quickly subdued with clasped hands.</p><p>"What?" Harley asked.</p><p>"You sounded so damn southern for a second there-"</p><p>"Well, I am from Tennessee, Parker-"</p><p>"My little cowboy," Peter had happily mused - traces of amusement still highly be-mixed.</p><p>Then- "my stupid city spider," Harley had returned.</p><p>"Hey," the other then resounded, joking gone and replaced with a stern heady look - which was only prompted further into fruition as he had leapt onto his knees - the motion clear and direct as he then resigned himself into Harley's lap. Same as before. "I ain't stupid-"</p><p>"You're not," Harley agreed - beaming up in nauseating pride, "so... - is this an answer to my original question then?"</p><p>"What do you think?" Peter said, ass already pressing into his groin - his hand all the while, fishing and slipping Harley's dick out and through the buttoned pocket of his shorts.</p><p>"Whoa - hey, the r-rubber, Pete-"</p><p>"I changed my mind," the teen said, crooning as he began to slip the other into him, "May said to use them to protect against STDs, but-" He groaned - teeth clenching for a second or two before treading on.</p><p>"I trust that you're smart enough to know that you're clean-"</p><p>Harley had tossed his head back then - his own face burning brighter than Peter's from only moments before. His hands, surprisingly, tossed over to the bedding - fisting and-</p><p>"Here," Peter had demanded - his seating completed, and face exasperated as he took hold of Harley's arms - bringing them to clamp around his sides.</p><p>Harley had thusly looked to him then, trying to sit up as before - his attention spanning from the brunette's face, to his hands - and then to Peter's thighs - which were neatly aligned to his own. He felt - <em>intoxicated</em> - not in the sense that Peter had slipped him a little something, but that he had actually drunk from him. As if he or Peter were the drink.</p><p>In hindsight, perhaps that hadn't completely made sense - though, at the time - yes - yes, it had.</p><p> </p><p>"You're looking real pretty again," Peter said between his gasps, himself not having moved just yet - "and-" he moaned, prolonging the word as he decided to try and move - the first attempt at doing so a loose upward motion that had only risen him an inch or so before he had delved down again.</p><p>"Shit-" Harley had said this time around. Just as loudly as Peter had done - though much more pathetically affronted - and unbelievably uncharacteristic.</p><p> </p><p>"So pretty," Peter moaned himself. He then brought his hands to cup both sides of the others face - palms deliberate and forceful - seeking to guide Harley's attention to him - and him only.</p><p>"Pretty-" he repeated, lifting once more - grounding and seething, milking every reaction that the other had no choice but to hand deliver to him - "so fucking pretty-"</p><p>He had kept to the motion - never the same as the last, but gradually building - nulling the blond into a withering mess.</p><p>"Tighter," Peter had demanded, shaming as Harley had easily understood - his hands digging into his thighs by then, not as a means to feel him - as every encounter before then - but as a tether - a lifeline. The very last remaining tie that kept Harley from completely leaving him marooned.</p><p> </p><p>"P-Peter," Harley pleaded, eyes tearing as he stared up at the brunette - who's eyes shimmered themselves - but looked nowhere near the usual love child of a cherub and what was presumably Tom Hanks.</p><p>"So pretty - so fucking pretty," the other kept repeating. Furthering the delirium of the moment, and Harley's abhorrent blush.</p><p>"S-shutup," Harley forced between his teeth, his gut already showing signs of pulling, "t-thats - you're embarrassing-" He pried a single arm free to drape about his face - the action a hasty attempt to dislodge the tears that were beginning to swell up within his lashes.</p><p>"N-no," Peter had argued, forcing the hand away - his palm readily planting itself back onto Harley's ruined cheek, "let go, H-Harley- I want- to s-see - you're - f-fuck, you're so p-pretty Harls-"</p><p>Harley cried aloud - his eyes straining to keep contact with the boy above him as he rose to buck upwards - meeting Peter's own return half way.</p><p>"My pretty c-cowboy," Peter pressed, own tears finally spilling as Harley thrusted into him once more.</p><p>"Yours," Harley agreed, "all y-yours, Pete-"</p><p>The brunette nodded, arms leaving the other to pull his shirt off - the appearance faltering Harley, who left his grip on his thighs to graze up and at his chest.</p><p>"Unfair," he then groaned, touch unnecessarily rough as he scaled the shapes of Peter's torso, "y-you're hot, andcute - and allthat g-gayshit-"</p><p>Peter grounded, his hips circulating as he palmed at Harley's torso, hands seeking to tear at his black tank top - which easily came undone into torn threads.</p><p>"B-better," Peter surmised. And though clearly undefined in contrast to Peter's own, Harley's bare skin did wonders to him - the milky white expanse of flesh just daring to be bruised and welted. The trail of dirty blond hair harrowing down his toned stomach sparking a truth to a fact that Peter hadn't really been fathoming in it's entirety.</p><p>Harley Keener's dick was inside his ass. And while yes, one could certainly say - yes, of course it is. Where else would it be at the moment? The mere notion of thinking it rather than just feeling it spurred him onward - even as a straining burn began to reach around his legs - damning his skin into spotty red patches.</p><p> </p><p>"I'm gonna-"</p><p>"Inside-" Peter had demanded, riding his clarified thought as he took Harley in deeper each time - the hilt finding some secret nerve once unmarked and uncharted to the natural world- "God-Harls- more-give me-!"</p><p>The blonds hands had fisted into his abundance of flesh again, seizing his thighs and guiding his erratic movements - rhythmically coaching them into a far more proper dance - one that dipped and elevated as needed. Song beautiful and nasty all at once.</p><p> </p><p>"Iloveyou-" Harley had finished - himself drawing into a final thrust as he shuddered and gave out - his ropes of cum shooting inside of Peter, who entirely went rigid himself - his own spasms fulfilled by the intense fullness that had erupted inside of him.</p><p>Peter had kept still - his second wave of an orgasm ending not only upon the blonds chest and neck - but also, in utter fascination, at the beginnings of his face. His mouth and nose exceptionally painted with splashes of creamy white.</p><p>"Fuck, d-darlin," the other then stuttered, breaths grasping to be fulfilled.</p><p>Which Peter understood all too well - his own heart nearly ripping in two from utter exhaustion alone. Though such a weakened cultivation hadn't deterred him from releasing himself - his body swaying, and slipping to the side - still yearning to nestle close and above the blond.</p><p> </p><p>"Even prettier," he had lightly chuckled, hand affectionately raising to touch where his cum had met Harleys face - fingers dipping into his own self.</p><p>And Harley, still midst his own agony, lopsidedly smiled - teeth garing as he seized his finger, and promptly pressed it into his mouth - tongue lapping the cum, and sucking it clean.</p><p> </p><p>...</p><p><br/><br/>The harsh knock had awoken them close to the following afternoon. The gruff voice behind it, even more terrifying then the noise that had stirred them to begin with.</p><p>"Downstairs-" Tony had ordered through the door, the metal wood hybrid nearly tearing off of its track, "now-!"</p><p>"After you're decent," had come Pepper's own voice - sounding softer, though still reserved in proper seriousness. "To talk-"</p><p>"It'll be more than a talk-"</p><p>"They're consenting adults," the woman had thusly said in their defense, her voice trailing out as their steps began to peeter out and down the hall.</p><p>"They're children-!"</p><p>"You're a child...-"</p><p> </p><p>"Shit," Harley groaned, sitting up with a shove at his legs, which broadened out and slung to the very edge of the bedding. "Bars," he sighed, "he's gonna bar the windows and the doors- probably the vents too- or just straight out deny the custody visits-"</p><p>"I can break bars down," Peter had chuckled, himself still thoroughly terrified, though offering a safe and innocent kiss to the others back. "Or deal with visiting a red state."<br/>"You ain't the man of steel," Harley said in turn, smile flirty as he hung backwards, permitting himself to bury into the others opened chest.</p><p>The other teen then brought his lips to press against his forehead, the angle of such proving awkward - which only propelled a series of giggles between them.</p><p> </p><p>"You sore?"</p><p>"Only an average amount," Peter had assured, shrugging as he continued, "I've been through worse pain-"</p><p>"Lucky," Harley said, "you have Spider genes - I'm gonna die when you get that thing in me-"</p><p>Peter's breath had hitched in a matter of seconds, his hands stilling as they had begun to card through the others hair -</p><p>"What?" Harley had deterred with a frown, "didn't expect that I'd eventually want to-?"</p><p>"Never thought about it," Peter said in earnest - pausing as his mind helpfully aided into a visual. And just as quickly as it had started, an itch from deep within his demons had rebounded - flooding south, and flooring it.</p><p>He flushed. "I w-wouldn't exactly be against that-"</p><p>"If you call me pretty again - I'm gonna strangle you-" Harley chuckled, a hand awkwardly pressing to the back of his neck, "...you'd probably like that though, wouldn't you? Me - taking your cock and gasping for air-"</p><p>"Shut up," Peter thusly hushed, immediately coiling away from the teen, and fishing for his clothes. The other - watched in utter fascination - as the brunette paraded about the room, not daring to look to him directly. Back clearly hueing over from the heat that had begun to creep down his face.</p><p> </p><p>"Come on," Harley then barked, willfully watching with a wolfish glee, "ya were so confident last night - now what? Back to the nunnery?"</p><p>"Shut up," the other repeated again - though he was easily smiling himself, even as he forced his way back into his pajama bottoms.</p><p> </p><p>"You're still gonna be on top though," Harley then continued, finally rising to retrieve his own clothing - "God, wouldn't ya look nice pumping in and out of me-"</p><p>"Harls - stop!" </p>
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